Dreams - Chapter 22

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Chapter 22 ^^^^^^^^^^^ When I round the corner outside the ball, I sigh heavily and slide down to the ground, [my dress fluttering around me.] (That was way too awkward. What did I do?!) I lean my head against the wall and for a few seconds, everything fades into the background as I stare out of the window showing the night sky on the adjacent side of me. I close my eyes. Everything seems quiet. Then I feel someone just sit down next to me quietly and hug. I don't open my eyes, but I somehow know who it is. I recognize that smell. Like…. Broom polish and chocolate. Logan. ^^^^ Logan's POV ^^^^ From the second Jacks walked into the ball, something was off. Me and Teddy shared an awkward glance. We made a truce a few days ago for her, seeing how stressed she was. We would share her. Though, I felt weird doing it. Because that made it sound like we were taking turns. Like an object, which made me pretty uncomfortable, not going to lie. That’s what happens, I guess, when you only live with your mum. Then she kept disappearing, but I didn’t think much of it, because I was preoccupied. I should have paid more attention. Teddy popped up behind me about halfway through the ball, saying he didn’t want to do this anymore. I said, “Thank goodness, because I don’t want to do this at. All.” He rolled his eyes. “Maybe we should just ask her who she wants to be with,” I asked. He nodded, “yeah.” We found her a little bit later, leaning against a wall. Then the awkwardness happened. Teddy started it, with me just standing there. We asked, although Teddy was way more blunt and to the point than I would have wanted to be. Jackie fumbled around, stuttering, wiping her hands on her dress. Until I just hugged her, feeling so bad. Eventually, we let go of her and she left to get some air. I sort of glared at Teddy. “Why?” “Why what?” “Why were you that blunt?” He tried to hide his smirk, “I think she’s rubbing off on you, I’ve never heard you say that before.” I rolled my eyes and just left. I found her about fifteen minutes later, sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall, her purple dress fluttering around her like she was a princess. My chest did a weird fluttering thing again. She had her eyes closed and I just couldn’t help myself anymore. I quietly sat down next to her. A few more moments passed and then… I couldn’t help myself. I hugged her tightly, still not saying anything. ‘I’m sorry.’